Chapter 2
note: CHAPTER 2 IS NOW UPDATED, story added for "three weeks ago"!
A/N: Thank you for the reviews on my first chapter ZoSan lovers! After reading chapter 1 on my iPhone, I did realize that the paragraphs were a little too long. kikyokyoyahibari As for dialogue, more would start as more characters join in. eternal-anime As for guessing the Sanji was acting a bit like a girl, spot on! His out of character reaction would be explained in the next chapter but I do guarantee that this is not a fem-Sanji. Also, Sanji likes cats. Harco8059 there is definitely more to come. I plan on bringing in more characters and building up the story in the next few chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece. It belongs to Oda-sensei.
No Goodbyes
"Stupid Mosshead."
Moments passes and the shock seemed to have subsided temporarily. Still dripping wet from the snow, he shivered from the cold and decided that a smoke would help warm him inside out. Sanji's logic seemed to work and his body seemed a little warmer.
A little more alive, he thought. And a little more angry, the beginning of anger really, since before he was nothing other than shocked silent. His sadness was turning into anger quite rapidly and he felt sick. Sick of it all and sick at himself. Sick of the shit he went through for Zoro, only to be fucking abandoned in a park, he thought.
He continued to smoke and walk and smoke again, till he was near his house. Walking inside, he decided to check his phone. A few messages from work relating to his photoshoot this morning. Well no, technically it wasn't his photoshoot but a photoshoot of the food he cooked for Zeff's newest book, but the technicalities didn't matter to him at the moment.
He would reply to Usopp's messages later because he was still pissed at Zoro. "What the fuck was that" he typed and almost sent the message to Zoro but then decided against it because his thoughts still were a mess and if he did talk to that shitty Mosshead now, it wouldn't be pretty.
Still the temptation was there. Another cigarette was his answer. Inhaling the addictive tobacco within his lungs, he held his breath in order to attempt clearing his mind. And organize what just happened.
Maybe I should text him and ask why… his thoughts kept going back and were still disoriented (the tobacco didn't help much, except to keep him warm and maybe help him take his anger out by by bitterly chewing on the poor cigarette's end) but he knew one thing, and that one thing was that he was mad.
Pretty fucking mad.
At himself.
For letting his relationship with Zoro end like that. Shit. He needed to calm himself down. After hurriedly getting changed into warm, dry, and most of all comfortable clothes, he headed for the kitchen.
What better place to warm him up than his own play field, he mused. And what better warmth than the bitter sting of alcohol down this throat. He knew that Zeff wouldn't be back till way past midnight and seeing his chance his reached down to grab a bottle of rum from his secret hiding place from Zoro, but he clearly didn't need a secret alcohol stash anymore. Opening the bottle, he realized what he was about to do.
Sure, he liked to drink, maybe not as much as Zoro, but he did like it. But he was a social drinker. And when by himself, he only ever liked red wine and fine dining (that he prepared himself). But today was different. Fuck it all, he thought. And started drinking.
THREE WEEKS AGO
Sanji had been with Zoro for quite some time now. In fact, they were nearing their one year anniversary. However, even their closest friends did not know about it, including Luffy, who now belonged to Nami, as she liked to say. Luffy and Nami seemed perfect for each other and every time, every single time, they would get together with their friends, Zoro and Sanji would wish that they could also be together as a couple in front of their friends and not pretend otherwise.
The two love birds did not make their relationship public though. They had two good reasons for this. First of all, no one suspected either Zoro or Sanji to have an interest in the same sex, all thanks to being presumed a heterosexual since birth. Secondly, and more importantly, they did not want unwanted attention from the media since they were in the limelight quite a lot, all thanks to their jobs.
Known for his MMA fighting skills, even though he was only 19, was Zoro. And Sanji, who was 18, was an upcoming star chef with a lot of promise. They both inherited a lot from their respective mentors and had their own dreams to follow, Zoro to be the best fighter in the world and Sanji to be able to take and continue Zeff's dream: to not leave anyone hungry. Sanji helped Zeff run his restaurant, the Baratie, and also had started his charity called the "All Blue" which provided food for the less fortunate in their city. Their childhood experiences had left each with a definite conviction towards their dream, and they did not want anything to be in their way of fulfilling those dreams.
Zoro always said how it was hard to be away from Sanji, to keep his hands off of him in public, and Sanji's feelings were mutual. So when Zoro and Sanji went out together, they always had to keep a low profile, no matter how difficult it got. And Sanji thought that they were doing a damn good job too, until that particular day about three weeks ago.
That day Zoro picked Sanji up from his house in his blue X6 and was about to drop him off at work. "Not there, that's the wrong direction! Pull up in the parking lot to your right," said Sanji, pointing to the right with the cigarette still lit in his hands.
"What are you talking about Love-cook? I know where I'm going," was Zoro's reply. And honestly, he did know where he was going, for once, since he made it a point to memorize the way to Sanji's work and back.
"Ah but, that parking lot looks nice," said Sanji. Zoro clued in and pulled up in an empty spot in the mostly empty parking lot. Zoro smiled as he felt Sanji's hand around his shoulders, and warmth as he leaned in closer to him.
"I don't feel like working today. I can take the day off. Fuck it. Why do you have to go?" Zoro asked. Sanji's replied by simply putting his hand through Zoro's green hair, why the fuck did he dye it green Sanji didn't quite know, but that was one of the first things that got Sanji to notice Zoro when they first met. Gripping Zoro with his hair, Sanji brought his face closer to Zoro's till he could feel the other's breath on him. Then gently kissed him on the lips. Zoro pulled Sanji closer and made the kiss deeper, feeling the familiar taste of burnt coffee and cigarettes. He really did love Sanji, all of Sanji, along with his addictive taste of tobacco.
They two just stayed there, leaning into each other, Zoro in the driver's seat and Sanji in the passenger's but leaning into Zoro so they could cuddle together and be warm. The cold of the icy rain outside just added to the calm peace of the moment. It was relaxing to take a break, just be with each other with nothing else to worry about.
"You know what," said Zoro, "I really like the rain."
"Oh," added Sanji, still leaning into Zoro and kissing his neck, leaving soft bite marks trailing down the side.
"It makes me think, you know, about life and stuff, they grey skies and all," Zoro tried to explaining with some success. "It really makes me think about my life, and dreams."
"So moss does think!" Sanji teased.
"Stupid Love-cook," Zoro played along, he loved these mock fights with the cook. Zoro put his arm around Sanji and put him in a modified-head-lock-especially-meant-for-two-lovers-in-a-car position, and deeply kissed him. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of Sanji's shirt, Zoro began to do what Sanji was doing earlier and started to softly kiss the cook, starting form his neck and slowly moving down towards his chest. Sanji's breathing became deeper as Zoro left a dark love bite under his neck, all the while taking care as to only leave marks where the cook could easily hide them under his shirt. After all, he did prefer to wear suits all the time, which gave Zoro enough room to mark his lover.
Sanji was enjoying being bitten when his eyes suddenly fell on the time. "Oh fuck. I better get to work now." Taking care to put his shirt back on so it didn't show any visible signs of being ruffled by his lover, Sanji reached for the car's door.
"See you after work. I'll pick you up from the same spot."
"Later Marimo." He leaned back and quickly kissed Zoro. Noone was watching and they were alone, he noticed, might as well take advantage of this rare opportunity. It was raining outside which made most sounds blocked by the sound of the rain, and the water surrounding them was quickly freezing over as it hit the car. It was a moment that stuck in both of their memories as they huddled together in the cold car, warmed only by each other and lost in the moment.
"You'll make me fall," he heard Zoro whisper.
Soon he headed to work, making a dash for the restaurant and avoiding getting soaked in the freezing rain quite successfully.
As he walked into the Baratie, he noticed that Zeff wasn't there. Breathing a sigh of relief, he headed to the kitchen after getting changed. Even though Sanji was an adult, well 18, which legally made him an adult, he highly regarded Zeff even though it may not seem that way by the way they talked. No one doubted Zeff's trust in Sanji and Sanji's respect for the man though, and Sanji was glad that him being a little late to work due to unforeseen circumstances caused by a certain Mosshead today went unnoticed for the most part.
That night, after finishing work, he heard a quick snicker from the alley in which he was waiting.
"-" (A very disrespectful word relating to his sexuality) was yelled at him from the darkness, followed by laughter.
Some time later, Zoro's car pulled up by the spot chosen earlier and Sanji came in. The first thing Zoro noticed was how pissed Sanji looked.
"What happened?"
(to be cont'd)
*yay* leaves at a cliffhanger! im an evil author :P
feel free to guess how the story might progress in the next chapter in the reviews section! you might be in for a surprise (or not, depending on how well you can read between the lines)